Аккорды Jim Croce - New York's Not My Home

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Tempo: Moderate (P= pick-off)

       A                               Bm
e| ---0--0-------0--0-------0--0---------------------|
b| --2--2--2----2--2--2----2--2--2----2-------3--3---|
g| -2--2----2--1--1----1--0--0----0----0-------4--4--|
d| ----------------------------------4-------------4-|
a| --------------------------------------4-3-2--2---0|
E| --------------------------------------------------|

    F        A
e| -----------------------------------}
b| --1--1-----5---5-------------------}   Repeat
g| ---2--2-----6---6------------------}  twice
d| -------3---------7-----------------}
a| --------3---------7------4-2P0-----}
E| -1--1-----5---5-----0-2-4-------4-0}

    A    F#m     A       F#m    A        F#m
e| ------------------------------------------------- |
b| --5---5----2---2--5---5----2---2--5---5----2---2- |
g| --6---6----2---2--6---6----2---2--6---6----2---2- |
d| ------------------------------------------------- |
a| ------------------------------------------------- |
E| -5-5-5--0-2-2-2--5-5-5--0-2-2-2--5-5-5--0-2-2-2-- |

e| --------------0-0-0-0-----------          ---0--0-|
b| ---2-2-2-3-2-0-------2-2-2-3-2-0 Then go  --2--2--|
g| ---2-2-2-2-2-2-------2-2-2-2-2-2 to the   -2--2---|
d| -------------------------------- beginning--------|
a| --------------------------------  which is--------|
E| -(0)----------------------------          --------|

An open base note on the E string sounds good when alternated between the 5
and 2 during the chorus.

And here s the lyrics:

Well things were spinnin  round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places
You know I ve run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right    cause I know


That I gotta get out of here
I m so alone
Don t you know that I gotta get out of here
 Cause New York s not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
There s something strange about it
Lived there  bout a year and I never once felt at home
I though I d make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now I m tellin  you
That they were not the nice kind
And it s been so long since I have felt fine   that s the reason

(Repeat Chorus)